When the chains of
my personal prison
were removed,
thrown into the wind,
and
released,
there was nothing
for me to do
but bow my head in prayer.
For never,
on my own
could I find the key,
never,
of my will
would my hands open,
and
never,
from my power
did freedom come.
Now though,
I can see,
how the most imprisoned days
have been turned
to blessing.
Now though,
I can feel,
how the white flag of surrender
has joined me
to You.
Now though,
I do know,
how Our union
has satisfied
sovereignty.